Roxy stood aside. Ernie began to move to the stairs. Dillon quietly slipped the gun into his holster and bent down quickly. He caught Ernie by his ankles and with a great heave threw the little man over the rail. It was done so quickly that Roxy couldn’t believe his eyes. Ernie was there one second and vanished the next.
Just one terrified squeal sounded in their ears, then a heavy dull thud as Ernie hit the flags down below.
Dillon gripped Roxy’s arm. “Get goin’,” he said viciously. “We gotta get out of this quick.”
They pelted down the escape and blundered into the dark alley. Dillon didn’t pause to look at Ernie, but ran on to the street.
Myra started the engine as she heard them coming Dillon swung himself on to the running-board. “It’s okay,” he said. “You get into the back Roxy can drive.”
She clambered over the seat and Roxy got in under the wheel. His teeth were chattering, but he managed to engage the gear.
Myra said, “Did you get him?”
“What the hell do you think?”
Roxy said, “There’s a guy in Springdale who’ll hide us up until this blows over.”
“Yeah?” Dillon said. “That’s a good idea. You know this bird?”